Tag Archives: fear

We did out taxes with our accountant last week, on Tuesday. Our accountant lives in Melville, Long Island. This was the second year we went out to his home to do our taxes. Before he had an office in Richmond … Continue reading →

.The title comes from Winston Churchill’s speech to the House of Commons on June 18, 1940 in anticipation of The Battle of Britain. Also known as the “Finest Hour” speech. The lead up to that phrase is about sinking into … Continue reading →

So I am not watching the inauguration, for what it’s worth. That’s something to think about, what it’s worth. Is it worth it to me to live with a sick feeling in my stomach, to live in fear and hatred? … Continue reading →

The first time I bled was almost two months ago when we spent a weekend at my friend Ezra’s cottage in Rockaway Beach. I’d forgotten my Surgilube™, and inserted the catheter the doctor had told me to use dry. The … Continue reading →

In one of my favorite movies, Andy Griffith as Airman Will Stockdale tells his commanding officer that the latrine he’s cleaned is as clean “As the operatin’ room where they’re fixin’ to cut out your heart.” And for the past month … Continue reading →

I have to thank my good friend Maureen Rice for the inspiration for today’s blog. She posted a picture of a guy doing some serious man-spreading on what looked like the F train, and it thought, “hey, I’ve got … Continue reading →